Shoot like a Girl | Reframe
Day 39: Behind the lens. I had it all figured out. If there would be ever something truly important to share with the world, I would write the words...
A Confession about Christmas.
I have a confession to make about Christmas.
I'm sharing it today.
Shoot like a Girl | Happy
Day 38: CasaRock #kitchentherapy I looked around at the countertops filled with preparations for a party – the menu was scribbled on a piece of paper next to a...
A List of Thoughts.
“What are you thinking right now?” It’s a common question – one that I’ve asked so many times when conversations grow still or eyes find their focus in that...
Shoot like a Girl | Belonging
Day 37: Six weeks. 4000 miles. Four states. Two holidays. Six weddings. Two birthdays. One anniversary. One tattoo. Two special houseguests. Two Thanksgiving dinners. One Thanksgiving breakfast. One cup of...
What is the Color of Christmas Lights.
My precious brother Wycliffe, I am so thankful for your friendship. I know we live worlds apart – you in a remote village in western Kenya and me in a...
Shoot like a Girl | Frolic
Day 36: Side of the Road December is here. The final twelfth of 2014 stares us down and asks so much of us. Every January dream and July starting...
LifeGiving (a psalm of thanksgiving).
It is lifegiving to sing praises to our sweet God All-Mighty. It is the most right thing to do. The song is sweet and beautiful. For He is good...
Shoot like a Girl | Breathtaking
Day 35: Mesquite, Texas The tears fell as she walked down the aisle. “She is breathtaking.” Even the pastor had to pause to take it all in, this glorious...
Shoot like a Girl | Immortality
Day 34: Davey Crockett National Forest The gray, cold morning invited me to stay inside the tiny hunting cabin and bury under the covers to hide from the chill....
Shoot like a Girl | The Table
Day 33: Dallas, Texas. The warm sun and cool breeze wove themselves together like the perfect quilt around me. The night before, I had been here – in this...
Fortunate Fall.
“Tomorrow is supposed to be day 635.”
She texts and I whisper the prayer. “Please don’t die.” I never let her know it in that first year, but there was...
